Double Take [Sequel to Bound]

41. Wedding Wounds

Chapter 41—Wedding Wounds

Leah's POV:

It was the day of the wedding, and everyone was practically running all over the place, getting last minute details out of the way and tying up loose ends. Aunt Gemma, Klara, and I were currently with Mum in her hotel room—well, suite, really—as we prepped her for her day. Dad's old hair and makeup artist, Lou Teasdale, had arrived, being a guest for the wedding as well as volunteering to do Mum's hair and makeup. Klara and I had our own personal glam team, and once my makeup was done, Rita began doing my hair.

Mum, who was currently in front of the dresser sitting with her eyes shut as Lou did her eye makeup, let out a breath. "Is it weird that I'm so nervous for today?" she wondered. "I mean, we've been married for almost nineteen years and I feel so anxious."

"That's totally normal, Kels," Aunt Gemma spoke up with a soft laugh, sitting on the couch after being all dolled up, her hand resting on her baby bump. In four short months she'd be delivering our cousin. "You two never had a proper wedding—seeing as both of you were so bloody against it."

"We were, like, nineteen!" Mum exclaimed with a light laugh, careful not to mess Lou up as she kept her eyes shut. "Plus, with his life, it would've been so crazy."

"At least you guys are getting to do this now, huh?" Lou hummed as she expertly did Mum's eyeliner while Rita rolled my hair up in the curling iron. "Better late than never."

Klara smirked from where she sat next to me. "And it's all the more special having your kids in the wedding party, innit?" she voiced, earning Mum to grin in response.

"Obviously," my mother snorted in agreement, before the smile returned on her face. It was her day—that smile wasn't going anywhere.

As the final touches were put on everyone's makeup, there was a knock on the door, and Aunt Gemma, who was closest to the door, opened it and in stepped Uncle Logan, Mum's oldest and closest friend. He was dressed in his tux, looking quite dapper, as he smiled at the sight of Mum. He was walking Mum down the aisle, and I found that to be the cutest thing ever. Ultimate friendship goals, really.

"How you doin', Kels?" he asked, his American accent much more prominent than Mum's, who had developed a slight accent from living in England for so long. Not to mention having a husband and two kids with British accents.

Mum looked at him, smiling as she stood up now that her hair and makeup was done. Her long blonde hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head, with two braids on the top of her head pulling her hair back with life-like flower pins beautifully and elegantly tangled in. She wasn't even in her dress yet but she already looked so stunning. "Pretty freakin' excited," she responded with a dimpled grin, her arms out as she hugged her friend. "I'm so glad you're here," she added, rubbing his back before pulling away.

"Me too," Uncle Logan, or Logan as he insisted Klara and I call him, smiled before his eyes flickered over to Klara and I in our seats, smiling at us. "Wow, you two grew since the last time I saw you."

Klara rolled her eyes good naturedly, a smile on her own lips as she looked at Logan through the reflection on the mirror in front of us. "You saw us, like, a few months ago, Logan," she reminded him teasingly. "Stop being dramatic."

He laughed at her words, looking back at Mum as she asked, "Did you see Harry yet?"

Logan nodded, sitting on the couch next to Aunt Gemma. "Yeah, I just came from his room," he responded, before an amused laugh escaped him as he leaned back. "It's funny to see him so nervous—you'd think this is the first time you're getting married."